The bride and groom – in full wedding ceremony regalia – and the bride’s little sister, are leaving the grand old cavernous Post Oﬃce in Ho Chi Minh City, where their marriage documents were reviewed carefully by agents of the government, and thwacked with multiple rubber stampings as evidence of their bureaucratic approvals. The government now decrees that they are man and wife. (I was unable to determine if it’s mandatory to apply for the documents in full wedding regalia.) But the bride isn’t ﬁnished yet; she wants this union blessed by the nearby church, once Anglican, now Catholic, to secure the union. Out they go, striding across the vast plaza headed for the nearby church and their ﬁnal step in tying the knot, she holding her dress, her little sister holding the train, the groom holding her bouquet, but OOPS!